Fluid Hair Salon: hates women but loves their money.

This ad has been facing some controversy. Some quick details: it's for an Edmonton hair salon and they have "apologized". Hmm where to begin...

The ad itself: This ad features a woman who has been beaten by her partner. Her partner is now offering her a diamond necklace. Now let's consider the things so very wrong with this picture:

1) The ad normalizes domestic violence: that this ad makes light of a very serious, painful, and illegal sickness that is part of our society suggests that it isn't a real problem that still exists. The problem does exist, and it isn't funny and it shouldn't be used to advertise a salon. Ever. Every 6 days in Canada a woman is KILLED by her intimate partner, this is not a joke, this is an epidemic.

2) The ad suggests that women are petty enough to be bought off: To suggest to men, or women, or anyone, that money can buy-off all your problems, including beating your partner is so completely sick it makes me physically ill. It suggests that if I was to be beaten by my partner, I am so incapable and shallow that a diamond necklace would qualm all my problems and I would smile and then probably get my hair done (and make him pay). This is OFFENSIVE to ALL of us, men and women alike.

3) The ad suggests that women are required to look "good" all of the time: Of course, this includes while you are being beaten. Do I have to explain this one?

4) All three of these factors create an ad that is in itself violent towards women. It is media depictions such as the above that not only prove an imbalance of power in our society, but that simultaneously hold up the structure that ensures a continuation of this violence. By simply looking at it, I am to pick up on cultural cues and narratives that tell the story of the beaten housewife, and then I am to understand that she can be bought off. Then I am to understand that a woman should always look good, and well, that is supposed to be the funny part. PARDON ME FOR MISSING THE JOKE HERE.... This is not a joke, this is not okay, and I am sorry I am not going to sit down, shut up, and get my hair done!

And as if I wasn't pissed off enough already, perhaps what is even more offensive than the ad itself is the hair salon's press release in response to the ad. Let me pick out some key phrases:

"Edmonton is presently the murder capital of Canada. Media’s energy and time may be better spent boycotting dangerous areas, gangs, guns, other street weapons, or a sick justice system, which unfortunately is still sadly lacking when it comes to punishing abusers or any kind."

You are part of the media, Fluid Hair Salon. You became that when you chose to advertise. And you also just became a contributor to the violence you are suggesting is a problem in Edmonton. And, as mentioned above, domestic abuse and the home can be a "dangerous area", and yes "guns and other street weapons" are used against women... by their partners.

"If survivors of abuse interpret this ad to make light of any abusive situation, we sincerely apologize, that was never our intent as there are people that worked on this campaign who are survivors of abuse."

Oh, are there? How kind of you to consult survivors of abuse before putting out an ad that draws light on their situation. I bet you're not racist either, you probably have a black friend, don't you?

"To the rest of you who this has so deeply affected, we truly hope you do something to help stop domestic violence. Truly honor the survivors that you are standing up for. Unfortunately boycotting a hair salon will not accomplish this."

ARE YOU REALLY PATRONIZING ME NOW? Are you for real? You hope I "do something" to help stop domestic violence? Uh, how about I don't put out terrible ads that treat women like they are petty, shallow pieces of garbage that deserve to "look good" while being beaten? Oh wait, I never did that - YOU DID! Why the hell are you telling me to "honour survivors"?? You just took a survivor and told her to get her HAIR DONE?! PLEASE DIRECT ME TO YOUR HONOUR! Are you really going to sit back and play mind games with me? Are you trying to convince me and my allies that we won't solve domestic violence by boycotting your hair salon? Well, that's just stupid. We KNOW that.

NEWSFLASH!!!

We aren't boycotting you to stop domestic violence, we are boycotting you because you treat us like dirt, you think that women are mindless, you think that domestic violence is a joke, and your ridiculous, sick ad contributes to the very violence in our culture that leads to deaths EVERY 6 DAYS! And if you think "artistic expression is your right", well then perhaps you should be a god damned artist, not a hair salon, and certainly not a propagator of violence towards the clientele you are trying to reach.

When white kids riot: The London Riots

When white western kids riot it's easy not to understand. What do they have to complain about? What is their cause? Speculations regarding the "trigger" for the London riots has gone from pegging it to a reaction to the Mark Duggan killing last week, to more recent accounts that it started when police beat a 16-year-old girl. Despite your reactions to these two theories, these were only surface events to a much larger systematic problem.

As touched on in an article by Penny Red, the London Riots are "viral civil unrest" and it absolutely and completely demands attention. As easy as it is to watch and chastise young, white, youth for their violent rage it begs the question: what is so bad about a white kid's life that would make them so angry? And as Penny Red says, they have "nothing to do and little to lose". Unfortunately, underneath racism's mechanisms, economic shortcomings like job losses and cuts to social programs affect the entire working-class population of a country. Divisions of race mask a smaller upper echelon of power who don't care about your race, as long as those at the bottom are distracting themselves with it.

Class oppression is hard to identify, because it crosses and spans and confounds all other power mechanisms such as gender, race, sexuality, ablism and ageism. That white youth are angry suggests that the class oppression has gotten to a boiling point where even white straight males feel that something's wrong, even if they can't quite identify it. And so maybe that's why they have taken to the streets to express rage. Because for years there has been a gross feeling stirring deep within them of things not being right. And despite being white and young, they still don't have jobs, and their government isn't doing much to help them. And the cuts that have kept coming have gotten deep enough to really hurt, and it seems worth it to just destroy anything the minute someone is paying attention.

These are young people with crippling student debt, people who have been turned into demographics and marketing brackets and not much else, people who have lost the will to fight after being told countless times to sit-down and shut-up. If they choose to say something peacefully they are told, "Protests will never amount to anything!".

I can't tell you the amount of times I've heard people complain about the "apathy of young people today" (myself included), and yet the minute young people get some attention (inevitably through destruction), they are immediately demonized by the media as criminals who are anti-democratic. People act as if these events are coming from absolutely nowhere and cannot be explained. The truth is this: when young white people are angry, it means something is terribly, terribly wrong. These are not people held back by race, but rather those who privilege from it. When the privileged are angry it means everyone else has already been close to silenced.

Twitter: the not-so-silent Serial Apathy Killer

You know, I often find myself in debates with friends, family and random strangers regarding my various views on politics, feminism, anti-racism, queer rights, conspiracy theories, social programs, education, curriculum, etc. As someone who feels I spend a lot of time explaining my viewpoints it would be somewhat unbelievable to say that I find people apathetic. And yet, I do. Because for every worthwhile debate or discussion I have, there are at least three that don't happen. Usually it happens like this: I say something and immediately the witness' (because they are not participant) eyes start to gloss over and roll up, darting around for something more interesting than this annoying pent-up left-wing rager who is about to rant about something.

For instance, just today, someone on facebook posted a comment about welfare recipients potentially being required to submit a blood test to prove they are not drug users. Responses from "Big Brother!" to "damn right!" were brought up and I decided to weigh-in. I targeted one responder in particular, and following my response she semi-agreed (or at least acknowledged I made some valiant points) and then said, "I dunno... This is getting to in depth for me! Lol!". I'm not sure this can be considered apathetic (as she did have an original point), or more so an example of how the internet gives everyone a voice, if sometimes perhaps hastily thought-through before it is articulated.

But that, I suppose was not my point... I meant to talk about apathy. And although this blog generally serves as a vessel for me to voice anger, today it serves something different. Today I witnessed the true anti-apathy of Toronto citizens via social media, in particular twitter. Today, from glorious Sudbury (home to Science North), I was able to watch Torontonians get angry, get heard, get tired and stay strong at City Hall. Bodies, such as mine, that were not there in physicality have sat peeled to their computers watching live-feed of what has occurred, who is saying what, and voicing what truly matters to them in their own city. Hundreds of citizens made it to City Hall before 10am to sign-up to speak to Rob Ford, the mayor directly. I'd suggest that hundreds (if not thousands) more are attending in web-spirit, broadcasting what is wrong with cutting social services that benefit us all as citizens of this city.

And how thankful I am to be apart of it, even if it is behind this cyberscreen. Because from behind this cyberscreen I have been granted the power of a voice. The brief dances of twitter allow small glimpses into the citizen's spirit, and this spirit is viral. Let this entry serve as a tribute to those who have proven today not to be apathetic. Thank you. There is nothing more inspiring than knowing there is a discussion occurring -- always. There is nothing more refreshing than knowing we aren't all averting our eyes to the ceiling wishing that concerned person over there would shut the hell up.

Down With Bangin' not Jimjilbangin' -- Why are we North Americans so scared of our bodies?

When's the last time you got naked with members of the same sex? I mean naked, real naked. I can't speak for men, but on the female side of things, I am discounting the type of naked you do in the locker room at the gym. You know the type, bra on with the shirt still on (just take out your arms), and then hope you don't have to change your underwear, (but we all know if that's about to happen the ol' towel trick always comes in handy). These are tricks I felt I learned as a young girl, before I could consciously even realize that I was learning them. They've come in handy many, many times, and seem to be a standard cultural practice in most spaces where the need for clothes to come off occurs.

What has us North Americans so squeamish about nakedness in front of our gendered allies? I remember being 8 years old and going to a camp (one I later worked at) where I was required to change out of my swimsuit in a room full of other young girls. I would do all I could to capture one of the changerooms -- there were only 3 and there were about 40 girls -- it was tough, but perseverance and sheer anti-naked anxiety-induced strategy allowed me to snipe one most times. I repeat, this was at 8 years old.

Being in Korea has allowed me to take a step back of what seems to be a widespread North American naked shame party. Here, being naked with your gendered peers is common practice as going to the jimjilbang (sauna and occasionally bath house) is sewn into the cultural everyday. This means getting naked with your Mom, aunts, cousins, and friends routinely, from childhood right up until old age. These women walk around with a confidence not known to most of us North Americans. They don't cower in corners, they don't hide behind towels (Korean towels are far too small to do so even if you wanted to) and they don't do any fancy tricks to make sure no one sees your nipples when you're putting on a new bra or shirt. They just are as they are.

The naked shame thing is bad enough on its own, but only seems more disastrous when I think about the way North America is oversexed in virtually every other avenue. Pre-teens wear make-up, everyone seems to be body conscious by the time they're 10 and I don't have to go on about advertising, or music or other texts because we all know the adage "sex sells" and most of us take it for granted that it's a marketing strategy that's here to stay. For a culture that is oversexed, what has us so strung-out about being naked in front of other members of the same sex?

In a conversation with a few girlfriends of mine (while naked in a public bath I may add) we talked about how very few of us give much thought to getting naked in front of men... in front of women though? Wow, that's terrifying. We talked about how being in a space where there are others around us, also naked, is a liberating experience. We talked about how it's good to see others bodies for how they are. We talked about how when we went home, if we stripped the way we have grown accustomed to here, we would be looked at strangely -- as if we were alien to be so upfront and honest about the bodies that we personally inhabit -- but more importantly, share with other women around us. We've all got cellulite, we've all got stretch marks, some of us have asses we'd rather keep hidden, some of us have boobs we'd rather see permanently bra-ed up. These insecurities are best dealt with in the open, trying to keep them locked up amongst our sisters is to play a horrible game that no one is winning.

And so, this is a call to my North American sisters. Get naked, with your girlfriends. Let it all hang out. I warn you, it's awkward for the first five minutes. But once you let that first anxiety heap off on the floor with your clothes, you'll realize how heavy all those layers really are.

Save the Dinosaurs! (Instead of Face in the Korean Hagwon Industry).

I haven't written in awhile. I haven't been freelancing, I haven't been writing at all really, and I've barely been bitching. No longer am I in a space where I can freely complain about a culture. I am a visitor here in Korea and there are very few instances where myself as a white, temporary, inhabitant has the place to speak my grievances. It is simply not my place, especially given that I am here based on the racist world structure in general, and the business monopoly that has been granted to (stolen by) the Western world.

That being said, while being here I am an educator. I teach young children, age 6. I teach them 75% of their lessons that they receive, and I teach them in English. I teach them Math, Science, Social Studies, Grammar, Language Arts, Phonics, Arts & Crafts, Cooking and Geography. I also read them the odd book (or 5...a day). They are upper-class students from upper-class families. They contribute to part of a $14 billion hagwon (private school) industry that thrives in this country because English education is so highly revered and sought-out. This is the business of education at it's finest. And in many cases I am merely a pawn at the bottom of the stepping ladder.

It is the overwhelming concern of appearances within this industry that frustrates me most. From what I can tell, performances (Christmas, or Graduation, or the like) are of the utmost importance to even the most caring (and legitimate) Hagwon owners. What this means is that in order to prove how "good" the education at a particular school is, the educators are required to spend hours upon hours teaching inane dances, songs and skits (to actual perfection) instead of actually teaching valuable lessons. From a person who values education and the role of the student within this system, it is frustrating beyond belief having to force a 6-year-old to sing "Silent Night" when they'd much rather be learning about dinosaurs, the continents, what the word "enjoy" means and what they want to be when they grow up. And yet it is this charade of appearances (that supposedly proves educational worth) that in fact robs these children of lessons they are so interested in learning.

I should mention that I am not saying by any means that song, dance, theatre or the like is inane. I feel much the opposite. In fact, I feel that these subjects have an extremely valuable place in the education system and in most (Canadian) cases are under-represented. What I am trying to say is that to force a young child to do repeat something to the point where they are nearly crying of boredom (as am I) serves absolutely zero educational worth. As the dictator at the front of the class (which is how I feel in these moments) it is aggravatingly painful to endure.

I'd be much happier talking about Triceratops. Oh, by the way it's pronounced "Try-care-a-tops" in Korean. My student, "V-Rex" told me.

Corpses are so hot: the erotization of violence towards women

To the right there is a window display featured at Barney's department store in New York. Or a window display that was featured at Barney's... before it got removed.

Congratulations Barney's, you effectively decided that a blood-strewn woman in a contorted position, falling off a chair (being thrown off a chair?) isn't the best angle to sell your clothing to women. Nothing like women and violence to sell an A.L.C gown.

And yet does this surprise me? Hell no. Shit like this is seen all the time and women posed in provocatively violent positions are eroticized over and over again. Nothing like a woman beat into submission to speak sex appeal. It is the very same reason that the latest Lady Gaga video for "Paparazzi" completely creeped me out. It can be viewed here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQJ9Vi8GLok

The first opening scene shows Lady Gaga thrown off a balcony where she ends up in a contorted position on the pavement with blood seeping from her skull. Sexy. But this disturbing image (or storyline) is followed up by countless other nearly subliminal flash shots of contorted dead women. And I'm talking gruesome: we have a nurses with bullet wounds to the head, Seran-wrapped asphyxiated bodies dumped in the woods, hangings, and apparent death by shovel-beating. If you don't want to subject yourself to the entire video check out the 45 seconds following the 4:20 mark. If you want to see what I mean even more clearly, cut the sound (your ears will thank me too). These one-second (sometimes less) shots are laced through this video while supposedly ending with a "rah rah girl power!" message at the very end when the Lady herself announces "I killed my boyfriend". Again, nothing like murder to show who means business.

Lady Gaga is currently one of the biggest pop stars around. Millions of pre-teen girls and boys are eating this shit up on MTV without the slightest clue of the inherant violence contained within its 8 minutes. Sure, I could use my degree in English to argue that the video actually calls attention to the effects of the sexualization of women in the first place (via the paparazzi), but unfortunately even that argument would have to avoid addressing the constant eroticization of violently murdered female corpses found within the video itself... I don't think you can really argue with those. And why are these images only a second long? Well because if they were any longer, parents (and people) would probably give a shit.

White privilege: it's real my friends!

I have been taking part in a facebook battle for the last 30 hours or so. A facebook battle you ask? Yes, a facebook battle, prompted by a status of a friend of mine. I am not going to go into the details, because it would be too painful. But I have chosen to take an excerpt of one response and perhaps we can go from there in building how ignorant some people can be.

Here it is...

Are you ready?

"Caucasians are the most socially suppressed population in north america and thats a fact".

You've heard it friends! White people are socially suppressed. In fact white people are the most socially suppressed of all races. I know this is a fact because someone on facebook said so. Oh wait, sorry, no, we can't say white people. We should say caucasian (makes white people feel more comfortable after all). Dear god almighty, I don't know what planet this person lives on but I am going to guess that it isn't Earth.

Look, white privilege is complicated business. It is so complicated that it works its magic in such an exceptional way that it exists without white people even realizing it! And then what results? Comments like the above. Look, no one is going to come up to you and say "Hey, congratulations! You are white, that is why you got the job!" and no one is going to say "Wow, you are so beautiful because you are white". It is not that simple. Rather, it is a power system that is deeply entrenched in the way Canada was built and founded (exterminating indigenous populations, for example). It is so entrenched that most of the time people don't even realize they are doing it.

I could go on and on here, but to be honest, I don't really have the the energy to dismantle racist structures of Canadian society in one blog post. Rather, I will post a few points that were written by Peggy McIntosh, an educator who wished to "unpack" what she terms the "invisible knapsack" of white privilege. They are privileges that she is granted as a white person.

The full article can be found here: http://www.nymbp.org/reference/WhitePrivilege.pdf

* I can turn on the television or open to the front page of the paper and see people of my race widely represented
* When I am told about our national heritage or about "civilization", I am shown that people of my color made it what it is
* I can be sure that my children will be given curricular materials that testify to the existence of their race
* I can arrange to protect my children most of the time from people who might not like them
* I can swear, or dress in second-hand clothes or not answer letters without having people attribute these choices to the bad morals, the poverty, or the illiteracy of my race
* I am never asked to speak for all the people of my racial group.
* I can take a job with an affirmative action employer without having coworkers on the job suspect that I got it because of race
* I can be sure that if I ask to talk to "the person in charge" I will be facing a person of my race

These are just a few examples of a larger list McIntosh has compiled, but I think they make the point. So in response to my facebook battler who claimed I am "one of those self hating apologetic whiny caucasians just because I feel sorry that my parents were able to pay my way through university", no, that is not the case. I am simply claiming my own implication in a societal structure that benefits me every day arbitrarily. I never chose to be white and did not choose to gain these privileges, much like one does not choose to be a person of colour and be faced with racism. However, that does not eradicate me from the responsibilities I have in being a more ethical person to ensure the next generation moves in a more loving and fair direction.